Date: Mon, 20 Nov 2006 14:26:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Stephen Aramburu
Subject: Power of Love 4
The tension was killing me. My mom was about to kill me. She
opened her mouth to talk, but I didn't hear what she was saying. I knew it
was bad though.
"Zequin...Zequin...did you hear me!" mom screamed.
"What?" I said, suddenly snapping out of my daze. "What happened?"
"I got a phone call this morning," my mom began.
"Thank God," I thought. "Oh..." I said out loud, unsure of what to
make of it.
"Do you know who it was from?"
"No..." I answered nervously.
"It was from a woman named Sylvia Chen. She called from Hawaii."
"That's where Yecheng's dad is vacationing!" I blurted out loud,
extremely relieved that it wasn't about our sex.
"Yes...it is. Sylvia, as it turns out, is his dad's wife..."
"Really..."
"She called to tell me that...Yecheng's dad just died this morning
of a liver and heart malfunction. The doctors aren't sure exactly how it
happened, but believe strongly that it was because he was drinking too
much...all that drinking...all that alcohol...it killed him."
"What?" I said, shocked. "Is that why you were sad this whole
time, mom?" Mom nodded. I thought that I was going to be relieved...I
thought that I was going to be happy that mom didn't find out about our
affair. But this was worse...much worse.
"What's going to happen to him? What's he gonna do?" I asked.
"I don't know..." my mom replied. "It must be horrible for
him...to lose both his parents before he even grows up. I don't have the
heart to tell him."
"I don't either," I said, tearing. "He'd be sad, but he wouldn't
be crushed or devastated."
"What do you mean?" my mom asked.
"His dad is a drunken pedophile who wastes his money on whores and
crack!" I yelled.
"Zequin..."
"His dad abuses him...beats the shit out of him everyday. You
think Yecheng would be crushed once he found out his dad died?"
I held my mom tightly...the first time I'd hugged her in many years. It
was then, as I stood in her embrace, that my mom told me all the graphic
details of the phone call, from the autopsy to when the funeral was to be
held...I felt so lucky...so lucky that both my parents were still alive and
well. It gave me a sudden sense of appreciation for everything that life
meant to me...a sense that would go away within a couple of minutes. "I'll
tell him," I finally managed.
"Thank you," my mom said.
After a few minutes, Yecheng came in.
"Something wrong?" he asked in a rather casual tone. He looked at
us. Both of our eyes were filled with such sadness. He must've known
something was wrong.
"Zequin...ayi(what chinese kids call females of the previous
generation)...are you guys okay?" he said, concerned.
"We're fine," my mom whispered, before leaving the room.
"Did something happen?" he asked, genuinely worried about me and my
mom. I put an arm around him. I felt like crying...I was really sad and
felt extremely sorry for him. The kid was fourteen years old and already
had to deal with an abusive, alcoholic father and the death of both of his
parents. If it were me, I would've killed myself a long time ago, having
grown up in a much easier and more conventional environment. But I knew I
shouldn't cry. I knew that soon, he would be the one breaking down into
tears. He would be the one needing moral and emotional support...the last
thing he needed was to hold on to another crybaby as his life was falling
apart.
I took him to my room and sat him down on the bed.
"Cheer up. You can tell me, man," he whispered softly. "It's
okay...you know you could tell me anything. Just remember that I love you
no matter what. I'll be by your side to support and encourage you if
anything happens." I looked him in the eye...at this point, he wasn't
devastated...just genuinely concerned for me...as though something bad had
happened to me or one of my loved ones. I felt my tears beginning to build
up. I
"Yecheng," I began..."My mom got a call this morning...from
Hawaii..."
His eyes bulged out and his breathing quickened. "Hawaii?"
"Yeah...it was from your dad's girlfriend. She called to ask
you...ask you if you wanted to attend your dad's funeral."
"What?" he yelled, his voice cracking up. "What...what happened to
my dad?"
"He drank himself to death." I said as I placed my arm around
him...I could tell he was crying at this point because he was shaking.
"Why...why'd you leave me, you cracked up, abusive bastard!" he
yelled as his sobs overcame him. "You'd beat the shit out of me everyday
and then...then...you just die like that!?"
"He did love you," I whispered. "He only beat you because he was
drunk and he didn't know what he was doing. He loved your mom more than
anything in the world. When she died, he couldn't take it...so he started
drinking."
"How do you know?" he asked.
"His girlfriend said so," I said.
"That's bullshit! He didn't give a fuck about me!" he cried.
"What?"
"I was always the one who got beaten...not his other son or his
whore! I was always the one he'd take his anger out on! But my brother
and his mom? They were always the ones who my dad bought stuff for. They
were always the ones who my dad would encourage when they were down and the
ones who my dad would love and support, even when he was drunk! They were
always the ones who my dad brought on vacations and big events. He saved
all the shit for me! They were the ones who my dad gave a shit about!"
Having said that, he broke down into tears and sobs and cried in my arms
for about the next five minutes...until his sobs began to scatter. I was
really pissed of at that point. What kind of father treats their son like
that? I couldn't imagine my dad coming home drunk everyday and beating the
shit out of me. Yecheng was right! His dad was an abusive crackhead!
Soon, the entire house was dark...mom had already fallen asleep. Yecheng
was still crying...but more softly and less violently.
As I was holding him, I began to feel that urge again...that
lustful urge. "It's okay..." I whispered as I ran my hands down his body
and into his shirt. I grabbed his left nipple and started squeezing it.
He moaned softly. My hands started getting lower and lower...then I
stripped his shirt off before undoing my own t-shirt.
I started licking his left nipple...then his right. It didn't take
very long for both of us to get really horny. I undid my shorts and slowly
pulled off his. Soon, we were both completely naked in my bed. I started
to softly rub his penis as he held onto me. Then, I crept under the covers
and started blowing him...he moaned in ecstasy as the pleasure that I was
causing him was just too much for him to bear. Then, I couldn't take it
anymore. I turned him over and shoved my hard penis up his ass. My head
was spinning out of control...his hole was so tight and so warm. Just the
thought of having sex with him brought me great pleasure...I loved him. I
truly loved him. Soon, we both reached the point of orgasm. I held onto
him and felt a dizzying comfort as I blew five loads of hot cum into his
ass. It didn't take me long to realize that he, too, had come onto the
bed. We held each other as we slept that night. I gently kissed him on
the lips and he kissed back. For about the next fifteen minutes, the two
of us made out passionately and our lips were glued together as we fell
asleep.
"I love you so much," I whispered. "Cheer up..."
"I love you, too," he whispered back.
Hours Later...
Wang Tiangang walked into his home that night. He was absolutely
exhausted, after a long day from work. He set down his briefcase and hung
his coat onto the coat rack at the entrance. He hoped that his wife hadn't
fallen asleep yet...the last thing he wanted to do was to wake her up. She
had fallen asleep, however, much to his disappointment. He looked at
himself in the mirror...he still looked young and handsome, almost as good
as the eighteen year old he was when he first got married. Unfortunately,
his wife, though not particularly ugly, was no longer that beautiful
goddess that every guy at school drooled over, having survived a terminal
illness and two miscarriages throughout their rough marriage. Remnants of
her faded beauty were still visible in Zequin, his son, but it saddened him
to know that his wife would never again be as beautiful as she once was.
Tiangang hated himself. He hated himself for being unsupportive of
his family...for never being there when they needed him the most. He would
always use his busy job as an excuse. The truth was he was anything but
faithful to his wife. When his wife was dying in the hospital room years
ago, he was on a "government-forced business trip" to Paris, in bed with
somebody else. He has tried valiantly, for years, to limit his sexual
activities to those with his wife, but was ultimately defeated by his
temptations time after time after time. The truth is he wasn't happy. He
didn't truly love his wife. He had definitely grown very fond of her over
the years and had tried to force himself to love her many times...but
couldn't. The person he truly loved was resented by the rest of his
family...and for a very special reason.
As he approached the bathroom, he was surprised to find that the
door to his son's bedroom wasn't locked. Perhaps he forgot to lock it.
Tiangang took the knob and turned it slightly so that he could check in on
his son. Zequin was asleep in his bed, naked on every part of his body not
covered up by the bed sheet...Yecheng in his arms.
"What's this?" Tiangang whispered to himself. "Is Yecheng and my
son..." Tiangang wasn't overly shocked. He just sighed as his suspicions
were confirmed. He closed the door and thought back to the events of his
own life. He sympathized for his son. He knew that the
philosophy-dominated society of China would eventually tear Zequin and his
lover apart, just as it had done to Tiangang and his love years ago.
Tiangang hated how people were judged based on their sexualities. Zequin
had an awesome personality and was loved by everybody. Yecheng was very
hard-working and very kind. Yet, society would exile them if they
discovered their love affair the same way it rejected and abused Tiangang
years ago...